August 15. It was a crime-spree
inducing one hundred and ten degrees that day in Los Angeles, but
like I mentioned before, I don't live there, so it didn't bother me
much. I was relaxing - enjoying two fingers of the Jim Beam home page
and researching some unconfirmed rumors of pornography on the internet
- when a busty brunette waltzed into my virtual office like she owned the place. Her name, BUSTEEBRUNETTE, told me right
away what kind of girl she was... busty. And brunette.